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THE  SPECULATIVE  TEMPLE, 


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DELIVERBD   BY 


BRO.  JOHN  A.  LODOR,  OF  CAIIABA, 


BKF0RE     THE 


IN  THE  MASONIC  HALL. 

IN    THE 

CITY  OF  MONTGOMERY, 

ON  TUESDAY  EVENING ,  DEC.  3, 1861. 

AND    OF    WHICH 

30OO  Extra  Copies  were  ordered  to  be  Pinnted. 


MONTGOMERY  : 

ADVERTISER   BOOK    AND   JOB   OFFICE. 
18G2. 


A.DDRESS. 

The    SpecLilative    Temple. 


Most  Worshipful  Grand  Master,  and 

Brethren  of  the  Grand  Lodge  of  Alabama : 

Another  year  has  fled.  Another  wave  is  sjjent  upon  the  shore  of 
time.  Another  link  is  added  to  the  long  chain  of  years  that  reach 
beyond  the  flood.  A  year  teeming  with  mighty  events,  and  destined 
to  shape  the  future  of  unborn  millions,  for  weal  or  for  woe.  A 
year,  whose  history  when  written,  will  chronicle  the  convulsion 
and  dismemberment  of  a  great  nation — the  destruction  of  one  of 
the  fairest  temples  ever  erected  to  Liberty  and  dedicated  to  Free- 
dom— the  erection  of  another,  which  Phcenix-like,  sprung  from  a 
portion  of  its  ruins,  more  just  in  its  proportions,  more  severe  in  its 
beauty,  and  better  adajited  to  secure  the  priceless  liberties  of  those 
it  was  designed  to  shelter  and  protect.  The  record  will  tell  too,  that 
its  perpetuity  has  been  sealed  by  the  holy  rite  of  baptism  in  patriot 
and  fraternal  blood. 

It  is  through  such  a  year  we  have  passed.  It  is  through  such 
events  Are  still  are  passing  ;  and  although  as  Freemasons,  and  here, 
we  will  not  enter  upon  any  political  discussion,  yet  we  cannot,  we 
dare  not  ignore  the  startling  circumstances  by  which  we  are  sur- 
rounded, or  neglect  to  inquii-e  in  what  manner,  and  to  wlA,t  extent, 
they  are  calculated  to  affect  our  mystic  brotherhood.  Leaving  this 
high  duty,  however,  to  those  to  whom  it  properly  belongs,  we  confine 
oui"selves  to  the  less  important,  but  more  pleasing  task  alloted  us. 

In  the  very  first  hour  of  our  masonic  career,  we  were  taught  the 
beautiful  and  salutary  lesson,  that  no  man  should  ever  enter  upon 
any  great  and  important  undertaking,  without  first  invoking  the 
blessing  of  the  Deity.  This  lesson  commends  itself  to  us  as  emi- 
nently right  and  proper.     It  enjoins  a  duty  upon  us  we  all  recognize. 


It  is  the  homage  due  from  the  creature  to  his  Creator,  and  implies 
the  corresponding  truth,  that  He  whoso  blessing  is  invoked  hffore 
the  commencement  of  any  great  enterprise,  is  also  entitled  to  thanks 
after  its  performance.  Recognizing  these  duties,  it  becomes  particu- 
larly appropriate  for  us  to  return  thanks  to  the  Great  Architect  of 
the  Universe,  for  the  manifold  blessings  and  comforts  we  have  en- 
joyed during  the  year  now  jiast  and  gone.  AVe  thank  Him  that  we 
have  been  spared,  wlien  so  many  have  fallen  like  autumn  leaves 
around  us.  We  thank  Uim  for  the  abundance  we  have  enjoyed  and 
shared  with  others,  when  so  many  around  us  were  destitute  and  in 
want.  We  thank  Him  for  the  jirivilege  of  again  assembling  together 
in  the  capacity  of  a  Grand  Lodge,  and  of  communing  once  more 
around  the  altar  of  our  mystic  temple.  We  thank  Him  that  while 
our  political  sky  has  *been  covered  with  dark  and  lurid  clouds,  our 
beloved  country  convulsed  and  rent  in  twain,  the  soil  of  our  native 
land  bathed  in  fraternal  blood,  our  masonic  firmament  has  been  calm, 
cloudless  and  serene,  its  pure  atmosphere  untainted  by  any  fitful 
gust  of  passion,  prejudice  or  fanaticism.  We  thank  Him  that  while 
our  national  temple  has  crumbled  to  pieces  before  our  eyes,  and  its 
constituent  parts  resolved  into  their  original  elements,  our  masonic 
temple  still  stands  supported  by  Wisdom,  Strength  and  Beauty,  with 
its  foundations  unshaken,  its  symmetry  perfect,  and  the  sweet  in- 
cense of  gratitude  yet  ascends  from  our  altar  to  Him  in  whom  we 
put  our  trust. 

The  age  we  live  in  is  progressive.  The  people  among  whom  we 
dwell  are  utilitarian.  They  rush  through  life  with  reckless  haste, 
chafing  at  the  tardiness  of  railroad  speed,  and  craving  still  greater 
rapidity  for  the  electric  telegraph.  They  pause  but  a  moment  in 
their  career,  to  apply  the  practical  test,  ad  bono,  to  everything  under 
the  sun,  and  unhesitatingly  reject  all  that  does  not  promise  an  im- 
mediate and  lucrative  recompense.  Education,  busines.s,  pleasure, 
pi'eparation  for  usefulness  and  haiDpiness,  are  all  made  subservient  to 
the  spirit  of  haste  and  the  spirit  of  mammon.  The  slow,  method- 
ical and  provident  habits  of  our  fathers  are  scoffed  at  with  mockery 
and  jest,  while  the  impetuosity  ot  Jeliu  commands  unqualified  ap- 
probation. 

Such,  in  a  word,  is  our  age  and  our  people,  and  such  in  the  main, 
are  their  characteristics.  There  are  some,  however,  who  yet  find 
time  to  step  aside  from  the  hurried  duties  and  pleasures  of  active 
life,  and  enter  our  mystic  temple,  and  learn  with  profit  the  lessons 
inculcated  there. 

On  the  wings  of  imagination  they  pass  back  through  the  long 
vista  of  departed  years,  until  they  reach  that  classic,  nay,  that  holy 
land,  immortalized  in  story  and  in  song,  in  sacred  and  profane  his- 
tory.    With  path  illumined  by   the  sacred  and  historic  page,  they 


THE    SPECULATIVE    TEMPLE.  O 

revel  amid  scenes  of  surpassing  beauty  and  thrilling  association,  in 
which  the  gorgeous  pictures  of  the  Arabian  Nights  are  equaled,  and 
the  brilliant  vagaries  of  the  opium  eater  are  excelled.  With  Moses, 
from  Mount  Pisgah,  they  view  the  promised  land  overflowing  with 
milk  and  honey— in  the  dim  distance  they  behold  the  blue  waves  of 
Galilee,  while  upon  the  mountain  tops  the  cedars  of  Lebanon  rear 
their  lofty  summits  high  in  the  heavens. 

They  pause  upon  the  brow  of  Mount  Moriah  to  contemplate  the 
magnificent  temple  there  erected  by  King  Solomon  to  the  living 
God,  and  dedicated  to  His  holy  name.  Its  rare  and  matchless 
beauty — its  massive  and  elaborate  proportions — its  faultless  symme- 
try—its rich  and  costly  material— its  finished  workmanship,  all  com- 
bine to  give  it  more  the  appearance  of  being  the  handiwoi'k  of  the 
Supreme  Architect  of  the  Universe  than  of  human  hands.  Around 
anil  around  it  they  wander,  now  advancing,  now  receding,  they  pause 
to  scrutinize  its  most  minute  details  from  foundation  to  turret  stone. 
Each  separate  part  undergoes  the  severest  criticism,  and  a  fault  or 
blemish  is  in  vain  sought  for  by  the  critic's  eye.  Its  vaults  and  its 
arches — its  gates  and  its  porch — its  massive  brazen  pillars,  with  its 
chapitei"s  of  lilj-,  net  and  pomegranate  work — its  flight  of  winding 
stairs— its  mosaic  pavement  with  its  tesselated  border— its  ground 
floor,  middle  chamber  and  sanctum  sanctoi'um — its  altar  and  its  ora- 
cle— its  cherubim  with  extended  wings— its  walls  and  ceiling  of  bur- 
nished gold— its  folding  doors  with  cherubim, palm  trees  and  floweis, 
carved  thereon — its  windows,  spires  and  domes — its  outer  courts,  its 
inclosures  and  its  walls,  all  pass  before  the  scrutinizing  gaze,  and 
still,  not  an  imperfection  can  be  discovered.  Sei^ai-ately  or  together, 
in  parts  or  as  a  whole,  in  material  or  in  vrorkmanship,  the  investiga- 
tion only  discloses  its  surpassing  beauty — its  matchless  perfection. 
Admiration  gives  place  to  wonder,  and  wonder  to  awe,  as  the  con- 
viction sinks  deep  in  the  heart,  that  this  is  indeed  none  other  than 
the  house  of  Qod. 

The  temple  site  is  notable.  High  upon  a  mountain  top,  it  com- 
mands an  extensive  range  of  vision  over  the  lovely  land  of  Judea, 
wliose  praise  has  been  so  often  and  so  well  sung  by  the  bards  of  the 
Bible.  From  afar  Mount  Moriah  was  seen  towering  in  the  heavens, 
surmounted  by  the  temple  glittering  in  its  effulgent  splendor,  a  ven- 
erated landmark  for  the  pilgrim  Israelites,  who  periodically  repaired 
from  Dan  to  Beersheba,  to  celebrate  the  imposing  ceremonies  of 
their  religion  upon  its  hallowed  summit.  Upon  its  sides  were  groves 
of  stately  palms  and  fragrant  bowers,  where  bloomed  the  peerless 
rose  of  Sharon,  while  by  Siloam's  shady  rill  blossoms  the  lily  of  the 
valley.  Here  it  was  that  Abraham  erected  an  altar,  and  was  about 
to  offer  his  only  son,  a  sacrifice  upon  it,  typical  of  that  other  sacrifice 
afterward  made  upon  it,  the  sublimest  spectacle  ever  beheld  by  n^an, 


the  crucifixion  of  the  Son  of  God.  Here  too,  it  was,  that  David,  the 
poet  King  of  Israel,  lived,  died,  and  was  buried.  Here  it  was  that 
Solomon  dazzled  the  world  with  his  wisdom,  and  left  a  nnme  to  be 
honored  as  long  as  time  shall  last.  Jerusalem  and  the  temple  were 
the  special  objects  of  love,  wo  had  almost  said  idolatry  of  the  Jews. 
The  first  was  their  holy  city,  the  latter  their  house  of  God.  As  was 
the  sepulchre  to  the  Cliristian,  the  tomb  of  the  prophet  to  the  Mos- 
lemite,  even  so  was  the  temple  to  the  Jew. 

The  appointments  of  the  temple  were  in  perfect  consonance  with 
its  magnificence.  A  multitude  of  Levites  of  high  and  low  degree 
were  constantly  engaged  in  its  ministrations.  "The  more  than  regal 
splendor  of  the  high  priest  arrayed  in  his  sacerdotal  robes,  the 
stately  and  imposing  character  of  their  forms  and  ceremonies,  the 
inflexible  rigor  with  which  they  were  observed,  the  beautiful  order 
and  harmony  with  which  the  services  of  the  temple  were  conducted, 
the  number,  variety  an  costliness  of  the  holy  vessels,  the  scrupu- 
lous care  everywhere  apparent,  the  habitual  and  universal  reverence 
manifested  by  the  Jews,  all  combine  to  command  our  admiration. 

Viewing  thus  this  magnificent  edifice,  remembering  tlie  beauty  of 
its  site,  and  the  hallowed  associations  connected  with  it,  we  involun- 
tarily pause  to  ruto  a  parallel  between  the  Jews  and  ourselves;  to 
compare  their  temple  with  ours,  and  thus  to  estimate  the  reverence 
each  felt  and  manifested  for  the  living  God.  Involuntary  as  is  the 
act,  the  effect  is  most  startling.  In  vain  we  cast  our  eyes  around  in 
search  of  a  visible  temple.  In  vain  we  look  amid  our  piles  of  wood 
and  stone,  of  marble  and  granite,  for  one  whose  form,  or  size,  or 
beaAJty,  will  allow  us,  with  all  our  partiality,  to  compare  with  tliat  on 
Mount  Moriah.  So  far,  then,  the  evidence  of  love  and  devotion  is 
with  the  Jews,  and  to  them  we  must  award  the  meed,  of  praise.  We 
attempt,  however,  to  excuse  ourselves  for  our  omission,  by  the  plea 
that  we  have  no  site  on  which  to  build,  no  quarries  of  stone,  no  for- 
ests of  timber,  no  treasyres  of  gold,  silver,  or  precious  stones,  no 
hewers  of  wood  or  bearers  of  burdens,  no  craftsmen,  or  cunning 
workmen,  with  which  to  perform  this  arduous  labor,  no  means  with 
which  to  procure  them,  and  therefore,  we  can  erect  no  temple  to  our 
God,  and  make  no  dedication  of  it  to  His  holy  name.  This  is  the 
natural,  and  almost  involuntary  excuse,  and  yet,  like  most  pretexts 
set  up  for  omitted  or  neglected  duty,  it  is  wholly  insufficient;  nay 
more,  it  is  untrue.  We  have  the  site  on  which  to  build,  higher  and 
holier  than  Mount  Moriah,  in  a  lovelier  clime  than  that  of  Judea, 
beneath  a  softer  sky  than  thftt  of  Palestine.  We  have  materials 
inexhaustible  in  quantity,  and  treasures  of  untold  value.  We  have 
architects  of  wondrous  skill.  We  have  all  the  means  at  our  com- 
mand, and  we  should  use  them.  We  can  erect  a  temple  more  spa- 
cious and  magnificent  than  that  of  Solomon— one  that  time  cannot 


THB   SPECULATIVE  TEMPLE.  7 

affect,  that  barbarous  force  shall  never  destroy,  that  shall  endure 
forever. 

lie  whose  voice  we  recognize  in  the  whirlwind  and  the  storm,  in 
the  gentle  breeze  that  rustles  the  leaves  above  us,  as  well  as  in  the 
muttering  of  the  ocean  wave,  and  pealing  of  the  distant  thunder, 
He  hath  said,  in  the  great  light  that  shines  upon  every  altar,  give  ue 
TUY  HEART.  It  was  thci'e  we  were  first  prepared  to  be  masons,  and 
there,  in  the  human  heart,  with  its  atmospliere  of  love,  its  wealth  of 
passion  and  feeling,  its  pure  and  lofty  aspirations,  its  yearnings  after 
immortality,  beneath  the  sky  of  a  terrestrial  Paradise,  we  can  erect  a 
temple  to  our  God,  and  dedicate  it  to  His  holy  name. 

As  freemasonry  was  originally  operative,  but  is  now  speculative  in 
its  character,  even  so,  the  temple  we  can  build  is  not  a  visible  one, 
comi^oscd  of  wood  or  stone,  but  is  a  spiritual,  a  speculative  one — one 
composed  of  beautiful  thoughts  and  acts,  and  adorned  with  still  more 
beautiful  virtues.  A  temple  whose  foundation  is  laid  in  Time,  and 
whose  superstructure  continues  in  eternity  ;  its  base  the  purest  mo- 
rality; its  elements  the  happy  combination  of  all  the  virtues  that 
adorn  human  nature  ;  its  loftiest  pinnacle  that  unfeigned  piety,  so 
beautifully  represented  in  Hiram,  the  widow's  son. 

Speculative  as  is  freemasonry,  and  we  love  it  for  its  speculative 
character,  for  its  speaking  emblems,  and  significant  symbols,  which 
open  so  wide  the  doors  of  thought,  we  yet  hope  it  is  not  too  specula- 
tive. We  fondly  trust  we  have  not  mistaken  the  boundless  wealth  of 
the  human  heart,  or  over  estimated  its  capacity  for  earth  or  heaven, 
for  time  or  for  eternity.  The  whole  range  of  science,  literature  and 
art,  furnishes  us  no  subject  of  study  more  interesting,  more  varied, 
or  more  beautifulthau  the  heart,  and  yet,  strange  as  it  may  ai)pear, 
there  is  scarcely  a  subject  we  study  less,  or  of  which  we  know  so 
little.  We  hardly  pause  to  consider  the  wonderful  precision  and 
regularity  with  which  its  physical  functions  are  performed,  and  still, 
sleeping  or  w^aking,  in  youth,  manhood  and  age,  it  throbs  and  palpi- 
tates in  cadence  with  the  march  of  time,  and  only  ceases  to  beat 
when  the  icy  hand  of  death  is  laid  upon  it.  We  fail  to  comjtr^hend 
that  it  has  an  empire  and  a  ruler  of  its  own,  a  ruler  who  often  wields 
the  sceptre  with  despotic  sway,  and  by  fostering  the  good,  and  curb- 
ing the  evil  passions,  disciplines  his  realm  into  beautiful  order,  regu- 
larity and  happiness,  or  who  by  casting  loose  the  rein,  gives  unre- 
strained license  to  a  horde  of  evil  passions,  and  permits  them,  like  an 
irruption  of  Goths  and  Vandals,  to  ravage,  lay  waste  and  destroy  his 
fair  dominions.  We  fail  to  realize  the  power  of  the  passions,  whose 
home  is  in  the  heart  of  man.  Unseen,  it  may  be,  but  still  with  re- 
sistless force,  they  drive  us  onward  through  the  years  of  life.  The 
heart,  however,  has  its  elysian  fields,  its  sunny  places,  its  shady 
groves,  as  well  as  its  rugged   rocks  and  unfathomable  recesses.     It 


8  ADDEEtS. 

has  its  springs  of  sweet  and  bitter  water,  its  fountains  of  love  as  well' 
as  hatred,  its  fragrant  flowers  and  luscious  fruits,  as  well  as  its  deadly 
upas  tree  ;  its  fruitful  fields,  as  well  as  its  arid  desert. 

Like  an  ffiolian  harp,  it  vibrates  and  responds  to  every  breath  of 
feeling  and  of  ijassion.  Subservient  to  a  well  regulated  mind,  its 
thousand  strings  are  attuned  to  perfect  harmony,  and  responsive  to 
the  power  of  friendship,  love  and  truth,  of  sympathy,  charity  and 
gratitude,  its  low,  sweet  notes  are  heard,  lingering  like  an  angel's 
whisper  on  the  ear,  and  anon  swelling  with  delicious  cadence  into  an 
anthem  of  praise,  vibrating  in  other  hearts,  and  ascending  the  elec- 
tric scale  of  thought,  through  the  realms  of  space,  to  the  very  throne 
of  Omnipotence.  "When,  however,  unbridled  passion  rules  the  hour, 
and  tlie  fierce  blast  of  the  temijest  and  the  storm  is  spent  upon  it, 
it  responds  only  in  discordant  notes— fitful  notes,  in  which  are  min- 
gled the  harsh  voices  of  anger,  envy  and  hatred  ;  the  wail  of  sorrow, 
the  sharp  cry  of  pain,  the  howl  of  agony,  and  the  fcai-ful  shrielc  of 
despair. 

As  fire  and  water  are  useful  servants,  but  wretched  masters,  even 
so  are  the  passions  to  man.  They  are  the  motive  power  tliat  propel 
him  onward ;  the  engine  on  the  railroad  of  life.  Subdued,  their 
capacity  for  good  is  preserved,  and  their  power  for  evil  is  divested. 
Thus  regulated,  we  have  at  our  command  the  power  to  press  onward 
and  upward  to  high  and  noble  ends,  the  power  to  fulfil  the  destiny 
for  which  we  were  created. 

The  human  heart  may  be  compared  to  a  rich  garden.  There  we 
find  in  abundance  the  sweetest  fruits,  most  fragrant  flowers,  and 
rarest  exotics.  With  care  and  labor,  we  can  develop  its  wealth,  and 
beauty  and  fragrance  ;  without  them,  we  shall  have  neither.  They 
may  exist,  it  is  true,  but  their  growth  will  bo  checked  and  stunted, 
their  necessary  nourishment  be  absorbed  by  noxious  weeds,  which 
grow  rapidly  and  luxuriantly  in  its  ricli  soil.  These  require  neither 
care  nor  attention.  They  flourish  best  by  neglect ;  but  as  they  grow 
and  flourish  the  sweetness  of  the  fruit  and  the  fragrance  of  the 
flower  diminish,  and  finally  become  extinct.  As  the  permitted 
growth  of  such  weeds  in  a  garden  is  injurious,  if  not  fat^il  to  it,  even 
so  is  the  kindred  growth  in  the  heart  of  man.  They  transform  the 
purity  and  sweetness  of  Eden  into  the  barrennese  and  desolation  of 
the  desert. 

Again,  the  human  heart  may  be  compared  to  a  huge  folio,  in 
which  Truth  writes  the  story  of  our  lives,  and  Memory  photographs 
its  every  event.  From  the  cradle  to  the  grave,  not  an  incident  is 
omitted  ;  and  in  its  succession  of  pictures  not  a  shade  of  false  color- 
ing can  be  found.  As  we  turn  over  its  pages,  we  pause,  fascinated 
by  the  sweet  images  representing  our  childhood,  and  our  childhood's 
home;  the  loved  ones  then  around  us,  the  dear  friends  of  our  youth> 


THE    SPECULATIVE  TEMPLE.  9 

our  pleasures  and  sports,  our  hopes  and  fears,  our  thoughts  and 
feelings,  all  are  there— there,  too,  is  the  future  of  youth,  bright  with 
the  gilding  of  hope,  and  rich  with  the  decorations  of  fiincy.  As  we 
again  turn  over  its  pages,  how  changed  the  picture!  The  boy  is 
transformed  into  the  man,  with  all  the  man's  associations,  dutiesand 
responsibilities.  We  see  him  eagerly  engaged  in  the  race  of  life, 
pursuing  his  favorite  phantom,  wealth,  pleasure,  fame,  or  whatever 
it  may  be.  We  note,  too,  that  the  pictures  have  lost  that  dreamy 
indistinctness  characterizing  those  of  childhood,  and  acquired  clear, 
bold,  and  decided  lines.  The  color  is  deeper,  and  more  solid,  the 
general  expression  more  harsh  and  unattractive.  Still  further  on- 
ward, are  pictures  of  a  still  more  sombre  hue.  The  bright  coloring 
is  almost  gone ;  the  decorations  of  Aincy,  no  longer  visible  ;  the  faces 
and  forms  of  youthful  friends  are  few  and  far  between  ;  the  flowers 
faded  ;  the  leaves  sere  and  yellow.  The  man,  now  old,  leans  heavily 
upon  his  staff",  and  his  bent  form  and  silvery  locks  tell  their  own 
story.  Many  and  varied  as  are  the  pictures,  the  subject  is  still  the 
same,  and  they  form  the  panorama  of  human  life.  Truth  has  written 
the  narrative  impai-tially,  and  Memory  illustrated  it  well.  Chequered 
are  its  scenes  as  the  mosaic  pavement,  and  so  changed  fromfirst  to 
last  we  scarce  can  realize  the  fact  that  the  venerable  patriarchs  who 
move  so  slowly  and  feebly  before  us  were  once  young  and  happy 
children. 

And  yet  again,  the  human  heart  is  like  the  ocean,  deep,  boundless 
and  illimitable.     Its  surface  is  another 

"Glorious  mirror,  where  tlie  Almighty's  form 
Glasses  itself  in  tempests." 

Moved  by  virtue,  by  high,  pure  principle,  its  waves  softly  undulate 
and  with  a  gentle  swell  ebb  and  flow  upon  the  beach  of  time.  Be- 
neath that  surftxce  are  the  coral  caves,  the  Peri's  home,  where  the 
gems  of  the  sea  are  gathered  together,  and  around  them  are  the 
hidden  reefs  and  rocks,  like  walls  for  their  protection.  Calm,  placid 
and  beautiful,  as  is  the  ocean  at  times,  we  yet  know  there  is  danger 
beneath  its  treacherous  bosom — that  the  maelstrom  has  drawn  many 
an  unwary  mariner  within  its  vortex,  and  engulphed  him  in  its  un- 
fathomable abyss — that  the  whirlwind's  wrath,  and  the  tempest's 
fury  have  marred  its  beauty,  lashed  its  waves  to  madness,  atid  gath- 
ered its  waters  into  mighty,  seething  billows,  which  rolled  on  with 
resistless  violence,  making  many  a  shipwreck  upon  its  reefs  and 
rocks.  ITow  sublime  the  ocean  in  its  placid  state  !  how  terrible  in 
its  tempestuous  wrath ! 

As  is  the  ocean,  so  is  the  human  heart.  It  has  its  glassy  surface, 
its  boundless  extent,  its  hidden  treasures,  its  gentle  ebb  and  flow, 
and  alas!  it  has  its  maelstrom,  in  which  thousands  of  the  unwary 
have  been  swallowed.    Evil  passions  to  it  are  the  whirlwind's  power 


10 


AUUKESS. 


that  lashes  its  waves  to  frenzy,  and  makes  shipwreck  of  temporal  and 
eternal  happiness  upon  its  hidden  rocks  and  reefs. 

And  still  again,  the  human  heart  is  like  a  mine  of  untold  wealth. 
Deep  within  its  recesses  are  vast  beds  and  quarries  of  stone,  strata 
upon  strat.a,  of  every  texture  and  quality.  Here  and  the#e,  are 
veins  of  ghttoring  ore,  surpassing  in  value  the  for  famed  gold  of 
Ophiror  of  California.  Here,  too,  may  be  found  priceless  gems,  more 
brilliant  and  beautiful  than  the  diamonds,  rubies,  emeralds  and  sap- 
phires of  any  regal  diadem.  These  beds  of  rock  and  stone  are  our 
ashlars  in  their  native  quarries ;  the  ashlars  we  must  bring  to  light, 
and  make  perfect  by  the  tools  of  the  fellow  craft,  as  fitting  stones 
for  our  speculative  temple.  Its  priceless  gems  are  the  Cardinal  Vir- 
tues; bright  planets  amid  a  galaxy  of  glittering  stars ;  jewels  of 
thought  and  action,  which,  if  we  but  polish  with  the  lapidary's  care, 
are  more  brilliant  and  more  beautiful,  more,  far  more  valuable,  than 
the  far  famed  Kohinoor,  and  all  its  kindred  gems.  It  is  with  these 
we  propose  to  ornament  our  speculative  temple,  and  adorn  and  beau- 
tify it,  with  all  that  is  costly  and  rare  in  the  spiritual  world. 

The  form,  size,  and  character  of  our  speculative  temple,  each  of  us 
must  determine  for  himself.  It  may  be  massive  and  grand  as  Doric 
art;  beautiful  as  Corinthian  taste,  or  light,  airy  and  elastic  as  the 
spider's  web.  Each  of  us  is  his  own  architect  and  builder.  Each  of 
us  must  select  his  own  materials ;  fashion  them  for  use,  and  use 
them;  must  place  a  keystone  in  the  highest  arch;  a  spire  on  the 
loftiest  pinnacle  ;  and  sooner  or  later,  nmst  look  fairly  and  squarely 
at  the  sum  total  of  his  own  labor,  and  calculate  its  true  value  as  our 
speculative  temple,  erected  to  God,  and  dedicated  to  His  holy  name. 
No  apprentice's  zeal  or  fellow  craft's  skill  is  sufficient  here.  It  re- 
quires all  the  master's  knowledge  and  ability.  His  great  trestle 
board  lies  open  upon  our  altar,  and  from  its  speaking  pages  ho  may 
gather  wisdom  from  on  high,  to  guide  him  in  his  glorious  undertak- 
ing ;  STRENGTH  commcusurate  with  his  task,  to  support  hini— strength 
to  labor  and  endure,  to  persevere  unto  the  end.  With  these,  and 
the  liberal  arts  and  sciences  at  his  command  ;  with  industry,  skill, 
and  the  experience  of  cunning  workmen,  surely  his  speculative 
temple  will  rise  in  all  the  splendor  of  artistic  beauty,  and  be  "a 
thing  of  joy  forever." 

The  erection  of  our  speculative  temple  is  a  matter  of  vital  impor- 
tance. However  faithfully  and  zealously  we  may  labor ;  however 
skillful  and  expert  we  may  be  in  the  use  of  our  tools  and  imple- 
ments, we  must  not  forget  that  it  requires  the  more  consummate 
wisdom,  and  greater  experience  of  the  master  builder.  It  is  not  the 
work  of  an  hour,  a  day,  or  a  year ;  it  requires  time,  patience  and 
perseverance,  perhajis  for  years,  to  build  it.  The  Jewish  temple  re- 
quired an  army  of  workmen,  who  were  engaged  seven  years  in  its 


TUE   SPECULATIVE  TEMPLE.  11 

erection.  Physiologists  tell  us,  our  physical  temple  is  periodically 
reconstructed  in  the  same  length  of  time.  With  us,  the  time  ne- 
cessary to  form  a  Jixed  and  permanent  character — the  character  vq 
bear  through  life,  among  our  fellow  men— the  character  we  must 
bear  througl^the^countless  ages  of  eternity— that  is  the  time  occu- 
pied in  the  erection  of  our  speculative  temple.  Indeed  and  in  truth, 
human  character  is  our  temple.  AVe  may  disguise  it  as  we  will ; 
we  may  evade  a  scrutiny  of  it;  but  our  character  as  it  w,  with  its 
faults  and  blemishes,  its  weaknesses  and  infirmities,  its  vices  and  its 
stains,  together  with  its  redeeming  traits,  its  better  parts,  is  our  spec- 
ulative temple.  Again  we  repeat,  it  is  for  each  of  us  to  look  well 
upon  it— to  weigh  it,  and  realize  its  just  value. 

If  the  proposition  heretofore  made  be  true,  that  we  can  erect  a 
temple  more  spacious  and  magnificent  than  that  of  Solomon  ;  if  itv 
be  further  true,  that  human  character  is  that  temple,  then  it  follows 
necessarily  that  it  should  be  pure,  spotless,  and  irreproachable;  com- 
bining the  innocence  of  childhood  and  the  wisdom  of  age;  that  it 
should  appro.ximate  perfection  as  near  as  the  frailties  of  human  na- 
ture will  allow.  We  know  that  perfection  on  earth  has  never  been 
attained  ;  that  the  wisest  as  well  as  the*  best  of  men  have  erred  ;  and 
yet,  with  an  abiding  faith  in  Him  in  whom  we  put  our  trust — before 
whose  altar  we  bend  tlie  knee;  whose  name  we  never  mention,  but 
with  that  reverential  awe  due  from  a  creature  to  his  Creator  ;  and 
whose  aid  we  implore  in  all  our  laudable  undertakings,  we  should 
make  tlie  effort  to  attain  it.  Our  speculative  temple  should  ascend 
in  all  the  glittering  splendor  of  Friendship,  Morality,  and  Brotherly 
Love,  and  shine,  not  with  meteor  glare,  but  bright,  steady,  planetary 
light,  winning  the  reverence  and  love  of  every  beholder  by  its  ele- 
gance, its  purity,  and  its  worth.  Like  the  exemplar  temple  on 
Mount  Moriah,  it  should  be  j^reserved  as  a  hallowed  shrine,  and 
guarded  with  the  same  vigilant  care.  It  should  be  our  pearl  of 
price,  set  round  with  walls  and  inclosures,  even  as  was  the  Jewish 
temple,  and  the  impure,  the  vicious,  the  guilty  and  profane,  be  ban- 
ished from  even  its  outer-courts.  A  faithful  sentinel  should  be 
placed  at  every  gate,  a  waftliman  on  every  wall,  and  the  first  ap- 
proach of  the  cowan  and  eavesdropper  be  promptly  met  and  re- 
sisted. 

AVith  tho  erection  of  our  temple,  but  half  our  duty  is  performed. 
It  must  be  dedicated  and  set  apart  for  its  appropriate  use.  And  here 
how  widely  we  differ  in  the  dedication  of  our  temple.  No  holy  day 
is  set  apart ;  no  gathering  of  the  multitude  ;  no  army  assembles  with 
gleaming  spears  and  waving  banners;  no  horsemen  and  chariots  of 
war ;  no  beating  drums,  or  pealing  of  artillery  ;  no  pomp  and  cere- 
mony; no  sacrifice  of  oxen  and  of  sheep ;  no  burnt  offering;  no 
meat  offering  ;  no  peace  offering  ;  no  feasting  or  revelry  solemnizes 


12  ADDKESS. 

the  occasion;  but  in  silence,  it  may  be  in  solitude,  in  deep  luiraility, 
in  all  our  sinfulness  and  unworthiness,  with  penitence  and  prayer, 
we  humbly  dedicate  our  heart,  our  sijiritual,  our  speculative  temiile, 
to  the  Great  Jehovah,  King  of  Kings,  and  Lord  of  Lords.  It  thus 
becomes  a  consecrated  place,  requiring  only  a  high  priest  to  minister 
at  its  altar,  and  perform  its  solemn  ceremonies. 

The  selection  of  our  high  priest  is  a  matter  of  the  gravest  impor- 
tance. "We  have  no  tribe  of  Levi,  from  which  the  choice  can  be 
made,  but  we  have  a  greater  than  the  Levite,  in  Emmanuel,  the 
Prince  of  Peace,  the  great  i  am,  to  whom  we  dedicate  our  temple  ;  to 
whom,  and  whom  alone,  in  his  triune  character  of  Prophet,  Priest 
and  King,  we  bend  the  knee,  and  render  tlie  homage  of  our  heart  of 
hearts.  With  the  Omnipotent  for  our  high  priest;  with  Faith,  and 
Hope,  and  Charity,  together  with  all  the  bright  virtues  that  dignify 
and  ennoble  human  character,  as  its  lesser  ministers,  we  may  rest 
assured,  if  we  are  but  true  to  ourselves,  the  service  of  our  speculative 
temple  will  be  no  less  beautiful  than  pure  ;  no  less  pure  than  holy. 

Our  speculative  temple  erected,  and  at  least  nominally  dedicated 
to  the  living  God,  it  may  not  be  an  unprofitable  lesson  to  learn  at 
whose  altar  we  in  truth  are  worshipping.  "  Know  thyself,"  was  the 
injunction  of  a  heathen  philosopher,  given  as  the  most  difficult  duty 
for  man  to  perform ;  and  yet,  it  is  no  less  than  this  we  must  do,  to 
realize  the  just  value  of  our  temj^le,  and  the  identitj'  of  our  altar. 
We  have  an  aid,  however,  in  Truth,  who  holding  her  mirror  before 
us,  bids  us  examine  for  ourselves.  She  strips  ott' the  flimsy  coverings 
with  which  we  have  deluded  ourselves;  shows  us  that  our  foundation 
is  laid  on  sand  ;  indicates  the  faulty  materials;  points  out  its  want  of 
symmetry  and  beauty ;  and  exposes  the  almost  utter  worthlenssness 
of  our  speculative  temple;  then  entering  the  edifice,  she  remorse- 
lessly presses  home  upon  us  the  humiliating  fact  that  we  have  hushed 
the  still  small  voice  of  conscience  ;  displaced  the  faithful  tiler  from 
our  temple  door,  and  tolerated  impostors  at  our  altars ;  impostors 
who  have  assumed  the  sacerdotal  robes  and  place  of  our  great  High 
Priest,  and  desecrated  our  speculative  temple,  by  offering  sacrifices 
to  Moloch,  Mammon  and  Baal,  or  it  ilTay  be,  to  Venus  or  Bacchus. 
Impostors 

"Who  »»ole  the  livery  of  the  court  of  Heaven, 
To  serve  the  Devil  in." 

If  such  should  be  the  resuit  of  self-investigation;  if  our  Faith  be 
weak  and  wavering;  our  Hope  faint  and  feeble  ;  our  Charity  palsied; 
our  Brotherly  Love  cold  and  formal;  if  no  Relief  be  extended  to 
the  sufioring  and  distressed  ;  no  word  of  sympathy  poured  like  balm 
on  wounded  hearts  ;  if  Truth  be  not  the  principle  on  which  wo  act; 
if  Temperance  be  but  a  license  to  commit  irregularities  and  ex- 
cesses; if  Prudence  characterize  not  our   lives  and  actions;  if  we 


THE  SPECULATIVE   TEMPLE.  13 

have  not  Fortitude  to  bear  the  adversities  incident  to  human  life ;  if 
Justice  has  been  tutored  to  kick  the  beam  in  our  favor,  and  never 
against  us,  we  ma^^  be  satisfied  the  foundation  of  our  speculative 
tomjjle  is  not  well  laid;  our  corner  stone  not  well  formed,  true  and 
trusty;  that  our  ashlars  were  unwisely  selected  and  negligently  pre- 
pared ;  our  edifice  unskillfully  erected  ;  our  jewels  tarnished  and 
lustreless.  Then  may  we  be  likened  unto  the  foolish  man  which 
built  his  house  upon  the  sand ;  and  the  rain  descended,  and  the 
floods  came,  and  the  winds  blew,  and  beat  upon  that  house,  and  it 
fell ;  and  great  was  the  fall  of  it. 

And  here,  perhaps,  it  is  proper  we  should  advert  to  an  error  that 
prevails  in  reference  to  the  object  and  aim  of  Freemasonry.  By  many 
it  is  considered  as  synonymous  with  Christianity,  and  tlien  utterly 
condemned  for  failing  to  come  up  to  that  high  standard  of  excel- 
lence. Christianity,  however,  is  of  divine,  while  Masonry  is  of  hu- 
man origin.  Christianity  is  a  matter  pertaining  to  Eternity  as  well 
as  Time,  while  Masonry  is  a  thing  of  Time  only.  The  moral  teach- 
ings of  both  are  the  same.  The  one  as  applicable  to  Time  and  Eter- 
nity ;  the  other  as  applicable  to  Time  alone.  As  the  hour  is  merged 
in  the  day,  and  the  day  in  the  year,  even  so  is  time  lost  and  blended 
in  eternity,  although  an  integral  portion  of  it.  Within  its  appropri- 
ate sphere.  Masonry  is  an  invaluable  adjunct  to  Christianity.  The 
panoply  of  Christianity  is  broad  enough  to  cover  every  mason  on 
earth  ;  that  of  Masonry,  though  a  broad  one,  merely  places  its  vota- 
ries in  that  position,  where  by  advancing  a  few  steps,  they  pass  from 
the  Altar  to  the  Cross.  The  duties  of  the  one  end  with  the  grave  ; 
of  the  other,  a  preparation  here,  for  the  endless  cycle  beyond  it.  It 
was  well  said  "  that  the  best  mason  makes  the  best  christian,  and 
the  best  christian  makes  the  best  mason." 

Masonry  is  characterised  by  its  universality,  and  yet  the  individu- 
ality of  every  mason  is  still  preserved.  In  the  church,  the  lodge, 
and  other  kindred  bodies,  the  individual  too  often  acts  as  though  he 
had  no  character ;  as  though  by  membership  he  had  surrendered  it, 
and  retained  only  an  undivided  interest,  a  portion  of  its  general  char- 
acter. He  acts  as  though  it  was  not  incumbent  upon  him  to  maintain 
and  preserve  the  high  purity  of  character  of  the  body  to  which  he 
he  belongs.  Every  individual  has  a  distinct  character  of  his  own,  and 
yet  it  is  an  integral  part  of  the  universal  character.  Every  mason 
should  assiduously  labor  to  preserve  his  own  individuality  ;  should 
give  plain,  clear  and  unmistakable  marks  of  his  own  separate  exist- 
ence ;  should  make  his  own 

"  Footprints  on  the  Bands  of  time ;" 

should  act  as  though  the  universal  character  was  exemplified  and 
illustrated  by  his  own ;  should  feel  as  if  all  the  responsibility  rested 
upon  himself  alone,  and  thus,  and  thus  only,  will  its  exalted  charac- 


14  ADDEKSS. 

ter  be  sustained.  It  is  no  excuse  for  one,  that  another  fails  to  do  his 
duty.  It  is  no  excuse,  even  though  all  others  fail  to  do  so.  Sodom 
was  destroyed  because  ten  righteous  men  were  not  found  in  it.  There 
the  individual  was  merged  in  the  general  character— character  so 
stained  by  iniquity  as  to  excite  the  wrath  of  the  Almighty  in  a  man- 
ner so  terrible  as  to  be  a  warning  forever. 

No  man  should  ever  be  allowed  to  enter  our  fraternity  in  search  of 
character;  on  the  contrary,  he  should  bring  character  to  its  support. 
It  is  not  mere  familiarity  with  the  minutia}  of  masonic  language  and 
ceremonies  that  forms  masonic  character.  That  is  but  the  drapery 
with  which  it  is  clad  ;  the  casket  in  which  the  jewel  is  set.  That 
character  is  the  habit  of  life;  the  same  everywhere;  at  home  and 
abroad ;  in  the  lodge,  and  in  thp  v,-orld.  It  is  evidenced  by  the 
fountains  that  gush  forth  from  the  heart,  pure,  sparkling  and  free; 
by  the  fraternal  love,  that  glows  like  a  live  coal'  upon  the  altar  :  by 
the  attentive  ear,  ever  open  to  the  cry  of  di?»tress;  by  the  fraternal 
hand  extended  to  succor  and  to  save  ;  by  the  instructive  tongue  that 
promptly  utters  words  of  wisdom,  sympathy  and  caution.  The  true 
mason  strives  to  fulfill  his  duties  to  his  God,  his  neighbor  and  him- 
self, not  with,  but  without  ostentation.  It  is  thus  our  speculative 
temple  should  rise,  like  its  beautiful  exemplar  on  Mount  Moriah, 
where 

"  No  hammers  fell,  no  ponderous  axes  rung; 
Like  some  tall  palm,  the  mystic  fabric  sprung." 

It  is  these,  and  such  as  these,  who  bring  and  give  character  to  a 
Lodge.  It  is  these,  and  such  as  these,  who  are  the  perfect  ashlars  in 
our  temple.  It  is  these,  and  such  as  those,  who  have  erected  a  spec- 
ulative temple,  in  all  the  splendor  of  spiritual  beauty,  in  their  hearts, 
more  spacious  and  magnificent  than  that  of  Solomon,  and  dedicated 
it  to  the  living  God.  A  temple  that  time  cannot  affect — that  barbar- 
ous force  shall  never  destroy— that  shall  endure  forever. 

High  as  we  have  attempted  to  raise  the  standard  of  Freemasonry, 
we  trust  it  is  not  too  high.  We  fondly  hope  there  are  many  who 
have  attained  the  full  stature  of  Masonic  manhood— we  trust  there 
are  many  such  within  the  precincts  of  tliis  Grand  Lodge,  many,  who 
with  a  modesty  equal  to  that  of  the  violet,  would  blush  to  have  their 
merit  known.  If  my  honored  and  revered  friend  and  brother,  the 
M.  W.  Grand  Master,  *  he  at  whose  command,  long  years  ago,  we  first 
beheld  the  rays  of  masonic  light,  and  at  whose  feet  we  sat,  even  as 
did  the  student  at  the  feet  of  Gamaliel,  was  absent,  we  might  say 
much  of  his  merit  as  a  neighbor,  a  friend,  a  man,  and  a  mason.  We- 
would  that  we  could  add,  as  a  christian,  but  as  he  is  present,  it  would 
be  indelicate  to  say  anything  in  his  praise,  and  we  have  nothing  else 
to  say. 

*  M.  W.  Wm.  II.  NouRis. 


THE   SPECULATIVE    TEMPLE.  15 

Here  we  might  appropriately  close,  hoping,  trusting  and  believing 
the  foundation  of  our  speculative  temple  is  laid  upon  the  "  Eock  of 
Ages" — with  its  superstructure  faultlessly  symmetrical,  and  radiant 
with  beauty — its  materials  incorruptible,  and  its  ministrations 
marked  by  simplicity,  fervor,  and  devotion ;  but  we  cannot  resist  the 
temptation  to  trace  the  parallel  yet  a  little  further. 

Joseplius  informs  us,  the  destruction  of  Jerusalem  and  its  celebra- 
ted temple  was  pi-eceded  by  many  events,  so  remarkable  in  their 
character,  the  narrative  seems  almost  fabulous.  He  tells  us,  that  at 
the  feast  of  Pentecost,  as  the  priests  were  entermg  the  inner  courts 
of  the  temple,  to  perform  their  usual  ceremonies,  the  earth  was  felt 
to  quake— a  mighty  noise  was  heard,  and  the  voices,  as  of  a  multitude, 
saying  Let  us  depart  hence!  Let  us  depart  hence! 

He  also  tells  us,  Jhat  at  a  time  when  the  city  was  surrounded  by 
peace  and  prosperity — when  no  dark  cloud  appeared  to  threaten  ap- 
proaching danger,  one  Jesus,  the  son  of  Ananus,  as  with  a  prophetic 
foreboding,  of  the  awful,  impending  fate  of  the  holy  city,  began  of 
a  sudden  to  cry  aloud,  ''  A  voice  from  the  east,  a  voice  from  the  west, 
a  voice  from  the  four  winds,  a  voice  against  Jerusalem  and  the  holy 
house,  a  voice  against  the  bridegrooms  and  the  brides,  and  a  voice 
against  this  whole  people  !"  By  day  and  night,  at  the  temple,  in 
the  city,  through  its  streets  and  lanes,  and  upon  its  walls,  he  ever 
uttered  his  mournful  refrain.  When  taken  before  the  Roman  pro- 
curator as  a  disturber  of  the  peace,  and  scourged  until  his  very  bones 
lay  bare,  his  only  answer  was,  "Woe,  vpoe  to  Jerusalem  !"  Dismissed 
as  a  madman,  absorbed  in  his  own  gloomy  anticipations,  and  insen- 
sible alike  to  the  kindness  of  those  who  cared  for,  and  the  cruelty 
of  those  who  maltreated  him,  he  continued  to  wander  around,  ever 
chanting  his  melancholy  song.  At  length,  when  more  than  seven 
years  had  passed  since  first  his  warning  voice  was  raised,  when  peace 
had  departed,  and  prosperity  given  place  to  the  horrors  of  war — 
when  Roman  legions  environed  the  city,  and  the  engines  of  war 
hurled  missiles  of  destruction  against  its  ramparts,  he  still  stood 
upon  the  wall,  and  uttered  for  the  last  time  his  melancholy  predic- 
tion, "  Woe,  woe  to  the  city  again,  to  the  people,  and  to  the  holy 
house!"  then  pausing  a  moment,  he  added,  as  though  conscious  of 
his  own  impending  death,  "Woe,  woe  to  myself!"  Scarcely  were 
the  words  uttered,  when  he  was  killed  by  a  stone  from  one  of  the 
Roman  engines.  His  mission  was  ended.  His  allotted  task  per- 
formed. Through  long  years  of  derision,  mockery  and  abuse,  his 
warning  voice  was  raised  like  that  of  the  Grecian  Cassandra,  only  to 
be  disregarded.  Like  the  dying  swan,  his  sweetest  note  was  his  last, 
for  when  uttered,  his  troubled  spii'it  was  at  rest. 


16  ADDRESS. 

Let  the  skeptic  sneer,  and  the  scoffer  rail— let  them  deride  the 
idea,  if  they  will,  that 

"  Coming  erents  cast  their  shadows  before ;" 

we  still  prefer  to  indulge  in  the  pleasing  delusion,  if  indeed  it  be 
one,  that  the  voices  thus  heard  by  the  priests  were  the  voices  of  the 
guardian  angels  of  the  temple,  consulting  together  ere  they  plumed 
themselves  for  their  lofty  flight,  and  abandoned  the  magnificent 
temple,  so  soon  to  be  laid  in  ashes,  and  which  had  been  erected  in 
happier  days,  under  brighter  auspices,  by  King  Solomon,  and  dedi- 
cated to  the  living  God. 

Shall  we,  my  brethren,  when  our  priests  retire  to  the  inner  courts 
of  our  speculative  temple,  shall  we  hear  the  fluttering  of  angel 
wings — the  murmuring  of  angel  voices,  deliberating  ere  they  aban- 
don it  forever?  Shall  we  be  insensible  to  the  symbols  and  em- 
blems by  which  we  are  ever  surrounded  ?  Shall  the  anointed  priest 
from  the  altar,  and  the  beloved  dead  from  the  grave,  utter  no  note 
of  warning  in  our  ear?  Shall  we  be  heedless  and  indifferent,  as 
were  the  Jews  to  the  voice  of  Jesus,  the  son  of  Ananus  ?  Forbid  it  1 
oh,  forbid  it,  Supreme  Grand  Master!  We  know  but  too  well,  our 
physical  temple,  like  its  i^rototype  on  Mount  Moriah,  will  soon  be 
laid  in  dust  and  ashes ;  but  still  we  would  not  have  our  guardian 
angels  depart  and  leave  us  to  our  fate.  We  would  have  them  ever 
present,  infusing  spiritual  life,  and  light,  and  hope  within  us,  that  we 
may  be  enabled  to  discard  the  dim  light  of  reason,  or  religion  of 
nature,  which  teaches  us  that  man  dies  as  the  beast,  and  at  his 
death  there  is  no  more  of  him — as  well  as  that  other  creed,  which 
inculcates  the  idea  of  the  resurrection  of  the  soul,  but  not  of  the 
body ;  and  firmly  relying  on  the  merits  of  the  Lion  of  the  tribe 
of  Judah,  espouse  that  beautiful  faith  which  teaches  the  immor- 
tality of  the  body  as  well  as  the  soul.  With  such  hopes  as  these, 
such  faith  as  this,  surely  our  speculative  temple,  like  Elijah  of  old, 
may  be  transplanted  from  this  vale  of  tears,  to  the  New  Jerusalem, 
that  beautiful  City  of  God,  not  made  with  hands,  eternal  in  the 
heavens. 


